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When it rains we get worried dear, Do you think that we don't want you here? And under the blue sky you're no longer safe, You're no longer mine. And you said you would come rain or shine And you, you change, cause I hardly ever see you When it rains, O When it rains Could you call me please? And make my day
Annons